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Sorien
Frogs
Sorien cut a horn From the dragon that he scorned Now he’s in the hospital How is that possible? He wishes he was never born Malachi Styles Aged 10 Wurruk Primary School
Frogs can be bright green Can you guess what they can say? Come and meet them please! Chicobi Aged 10 Wurruk Primary School
Yellow
Trees The Trees Help, Alright! They Help us breathe at Day. Ok And also at Night. Some People Cut down Trees, No! Let’s stop cutting trees. Trees Help the whole World, So, let’s save Trees, Please! Sianna Mullett Aged 10 Wurruk Primary School
Poem Waves crash loudly. I head to the shelter of the rush. Houses are crushed, Yet the tornado only lasted five minutes. Taze Richards Aged 12 Wurruk Primary School
Charli, St Mary’s Primary School
Yellow looks like the bright sun Yellow sounds like a yellow tweety bird Yellow smells like a sour lemon Yellow feels like a fluffy roll that came out of the oven Yellow tastes like a juicy mango Yellow is happy Kelsey St Thomas’ Primary School
Purple
Wolf Howling at night Seeing it is an enchanting sight Like a spirit, youthful and bright But you get too close, you’ll get more than a fright Bethany Ritchie Aged 12 Wurruk Primary School A heavy drink There was a man named Linkon He loved to go out drinkin’ He ran out of water And drank some mortar And his body did a’sinken Linkon Thomas Aged 11 Wurruk Primary School
Purple looks like beautiful fish swimming above glowing crystals. Purple sounds like baby birds learning to fly. Purple sound like lavender in my mum’s favourite vase. Purple feels like smooth, clean purple hair. Purple tastes like yummy purple creamy icing. Purple is calm. Isabelle St Thomas’ Primary School
Blue Blue is the sight of a beautiful summer sky Blue is the sound of rain pelting down on crashing waves Blue is the smell of the salty blue sea Blue is the weird touch of old mouldy blueberries Blue is the taste of a berry smoothie Blue is relaxation Anonymous St Thomas’ Primary School
The River She whispers to me I sit beside her and hear her laughing Her voice enchants me I stroke her as she reads my thoughts She offers, I drink She whispers her secrets Of the trees, the sky She knows so much, But she speaks so little Wisdom never dies, she tells me And I believe that She is life Isabelle Wright Aged 12 Guthridge Primary School
Antonym Diamonte poem Gloomy, Dull, Murky, Depressing, Frightening, Darkening, Funeral, Fog, Loud, Colourful, Smiling, Singing, Whistling, Bright, Cheerful, Luminous. Mandy St Thomas’ Primary School
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Antonym Diamonte poem Inside, Safe, Cool, Watching, Sitting, Binging, Couch, TV, Nature, Tree, Running, Walking, Jumping, Natural, Unsafe, Outside. Mitchell Waite Heyfield Primary School
Antonym Diamonte poem Collingwood, Fantastic, Great, Booting, Running, Defeating, Amazing, Good, Bad, Blue, Running, Booting, Losing, White, Terrible, Cats. Maddie Winter Heyfield Primary School
Excitement Excitement is pink It tastes like lollies, And smells like my dog. Excitement looks like jumping on the bed And sounds like my fun little sisters. Excitement is me. Isabelle Haskew Aged 11 St Thomas Primary School
Hero I’ve always wanted to be a hero But I scarred my limb So my chances are zero Until I met her Someone I cherish So very much I couldn’t bear it She asked how I was, I said okayish She said something, but I missed it After 5 years I made my dream Looked around and saw her She was glowing bright as a light beam She died like an angel with a golden heart Peyton Culbert Aged 11 Heyfield Primary School
The Tower of Light The wonderful tower of light, Which is hidden in the sky, And can only be found with sight. It shows the way. The wonderful tower of light, You can see it sightseeing, Or even while soaring a white kite. What about now looking south bound. The sight of the light, It can be seen from afar, Like that fight you started last night. It can see a distance. The wave crashing making a bubble, The water twists and turns, Making the tower turn to rubble, It can be seen by the eye. Now the tower is near to gone, Look at it now its rubble and wood, Look now it’s gone to dawn. Crash Bang The morning light, It crawls onto the broken tower, Look at it now, is it upright? Farwell, tower of light. Joshua Godfrey Aged 12 Heyfield Primary School
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Times-Spectator, Tuesday, 7 December, 2021
